Dostoyevsky Novel Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“You’re flirting with death. I’m not the only person who could take you down.” The accusation sticks tighter than it would have before El, before the heartbeat in that little office, but I sip my coffee like his words don’t mean a thing to me. The waitresses don’t seem to give a fuck about our little scuffle, at least. “Do you have anything other than threats?” I ask. Henry sighs. “Fyodor’s not a totally uncommon name, but I did some digging, and I was able to connect it to a guy called Raskolnikov, who dropped off the map in Russia about a month before Fyodor started moving over here.”

“We got out alive. I can’t fucking believe it.” Dimitri grinned down at me, finally looking like himself as he did. He’d put on such a good show. Un-fucking-believably good. He’d slicked his hair back and worn one of the suits I’d picked out for him, a dark blue that brought out the little flecks of green in his gray eyes. Jerry, unbeknownst to me, had studied Russian literature as an undergrad, something he mentioned after I’d introduced my mate. Dimitri had pulled some weird details about the town Dostoevsky had used for the setting of The Brothers Karamazov out of his ass, going on for a couple of minutes about the history of Russian river barges, to Jerry’s obvious and enthusiastic delig

I sighed and grabbed my phone and typed his name in the search bar. My hands trembled against the screen of my phone. Ivan Volkov. Head of the Russian Mafia boss. I had heard news about him; how could I forget his name? He had come to New Orleans months ago to settle a score with an enemy in New York City. It was a bloodbath as the war went on. He didn't go back after; no one knows why; no one knows what he's planning. All people knew was that he was dangerous, and I just had him in the coffee shop?